The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1887-07-01

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For that swcotsst git "a mothers love;
Nobody canbnt mother.
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Madame Sainte Catherine,
sss BY ANDRE THEUREL.
Translated from the French 10, the Den
s:;S yer Republican.
say into you that there shall be NOR,
e 10y In heAyon over one sinner that re
penteth than over ninety and nine right
Il eons persons who need NO repentance
i Luke XIV. W,
One evening in November, on The
eve Of st. Catherine's Day. the iror
gate Of the prison at Auberive rolled
back on its hinges and gave passag,
to q woman Of about thirty years o
\ age. She was dressed in faded
woolen gown and wore on her head q
white linei cap, adjusted in strange
wan expression betrayed long deten
ti0rl and n,eagre fare. Her fellow.pris
pners had nicknamed her The Bre
1 tonne, no doubt because she was q
q native OF Brittany. Condemned for the
! hainous crime Of infanticide, she had
been brought to the House OF Detention
\ in a prison ven exactly six years ago,
/ and had just been set free, having
4 served her time.
Alter getting back her old clothes
and receiving at the grefe or registry
the ridicnlOusly small sum Of money
set aside for her BY the prison author
tiles in return for six long years OF
unremitting hard labor, she was now
Ntanst once more free, with her pass
/ port signed for Langres. The coach,
however, for this latter place, has al
really left. Timid and awkward, she
directed her faltering steps towards
the nearest inn, with tremulous
! voice inquired il she could be accom-
niodated for the night. The Inn was
@rfowled with cnstomers, and the inn.
i eeper, who little cared to house birds
sGf sthat ieather, advised her to push
] on TO tho wine.shop at the other end
/. Df,tile village. 's
The Bretonne, more awkward and
tiSti than before, went on her way
/ and knocked at the door Of the wine.
shop, q mere pothouse for navvies.
The publican's wife eyed her mistrust-
iniiy from head to foot, and guessing
she had just left the Centrale, or pris-
on. sent her OFF with the excuse that
she did not take in lodgers. Not dar-
/ Ing to insist, the poor woman turned
\ AWAY with dropping head, while a feel
] Ing Of anger rose in her heart against
those who thus drove her from their
iloor.
She had only one thing left to do,
and that was to reach Langres on
loot. Night, however, sets in early
towards the close OF November, SO
that darkness soon overlook the way
farer on the dusky road that extend
e,l far away through the lonesome
wood, and the north wind blew keen
! among the swayins trees, scatterinR
large heaps OF dead leaves by the way.
I During tho six long years she had
spent in solitary confinement tho
! Bretonne had lost the habit OF walk
Ing: her joints were as If knotted and
lier feet, unused to any but wooden
shoes, were cramped in the leather
1 ones she had on. After getting over
q League or so OF ground, her heels
we're sOrely blistere!l and she felt al
ready tired out. she sank down on a
heap oil stones, shuddering at the
thought that she might have to die OF
cold and hunger in 40 dark night
and with such a nipping blast that
chilled her to the bone.
Suddenly along the solitary road.
md iii the patlses OF tbs cold north
! wind, she thought she Ftard the draw
ling tones of somannay singing in
the distance. She listened eager
ty, and was soon convinced
that she caught the sound OF
one Of those dear, ar,monotonous snatch
ses of nursery rhymes, with which
children are nursed to sleep. Rising to
her ieet she went in the direction OF
OF the voice, and at the turn of the
nrossroad beheld light glimmering
I through the branches. Five minutes
inter she reached a;clay-built hovel,
the roof of which, covered with clods,
leaned against a rock, and whose only
window gave passage to Pickering
ray. With anxious heart she resolved
4 to knock Mt the door. AS soon as
she had done 80 thu. singing ceased,
md peasant woman came to The
threshold.
She was of,Sabout the same age as
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